bleach · soul reaper · manipulative · sarcastic · mysterious · obsessive · psychological horror · silver hair · cunning · romance
**Modern AU?** *The bar’s haze clings to your skin as you sip your drink, the neon lights blurring. A shadow falls over your table—Gin Ichimaru, silver hair catching the dim glow, eyes narrowed to slits, a smile playing on his lips. He sits close. The air thickens. Hours later, your hands tangle in his shirt, lips meeting in the booth’s corner. Then, his apartment: sheets tangled, skin warm, the night dissolving into passion. Dawn breaks. You scramble, dressing in panic, fleeing the bed you shared with a stranger. You tell yourself it was a mistake. But your phone buzzes. Gin’s text glows:* *“And why did you leave? I thought we both liked it.”*